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It’s hard to be jaded about snow.  I stepped outside with a friend this afternoon and we both stopped short at the sight of the years first snowfall.  The flakes were stunning — their lively whiteness accentuated by a still, grey background, which was beautiful in its own right.  Is it unfair that they’ve prematurely ousted the foliage from the spotlight, muting the colors that on some level constitute autumn itself?  Google or bing autumn and I guarantee you will see lots of red, orange, and yellow in the images that pop up (I did it just to make sure).  But no white.  When I think about it, I can’t really see foliage and snowflakes in the same picture, coherently, though that doesn’t necessarily mean they clash.  It just means that the combination doesn’t fit into a stereotype of either season, and that I need to stop thinking of seasons in stereotypes.